Bleachers

Bleachers

A Poem by Patrick McCombs

Couldn't sleep. Watched the sun rise
It was no surprise 
When you showed up
With a big coffee cup
We were sitting on the bleachers
Imitating nocturnal creatures 
Your eyes flared
I think you were scared
That I wasn't sleeping 
That some problem was creeping
From the background to the foreground
Without a notice or sound
And I wasn't telling you.
Because I refused to believe it was true

© 2013 Patrick McCombs


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Added on June 6, 2013
Last Updated on June 6, 2013